TITLE: Estrogen Frenzy
SPOILER STATEMENT: First Person Shooter. Also for Biogenesis/6E/AF, as well as
Millennium. Tiny one for "Alpha" -- blink, and you'll miss it.
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT STATEMENT: MSR. Smut. PWP.
CLASSIFICATION: VR
SUMMARY: Post-ep for "First Person Shooter". "You think taking up weapons and
creating gratuitous virtual mayhem has any redeeming value? That the
testosterone frenzy it creates stops when the game does?" -- Dana Scully, FPS
THANKS: To Paulette & Robbie, for beta services, natch.
Estrogen Frenzy
by Brandon D. Ray
She was still seething. Even after three hours.
Thank God that Mulder had agreed to do the paperwork this time. That had
allowed her to escape from FPS pretty much right away, and get out into the air
and sunshine. Away from the testosterone-drenched atmosphere of the gaming
company. Away from the hordes of men. Away from Mulder.
Especially away from Mulder.
She'd done her best to project a world-weary air of disgust as she debated the
situation with her partner -- and at least in her forebrain, she really did feel
that way. Phrases like "gratuitous virtual mayhem" and "testosterone frenzy"
had fallen easily from her lips as they stood there arguing the point.
The problem was that she wasn't as truly appalled as she wanted him to think she
was -- nor was she as innocent of the world of "digital entertainment" as she
had led him to believe. Of course, her salad days in the arcades had been back
in college -- Defender; Galaga; Missile Command. God, she'd loved Missile
Command. She'd been good at it, too. She'd beaten every guy in her dorm --
except, of course, for Tom Danforth. And that had been deliberate.
Who said she didn't have any feminine wiles?
Scully thrashed restlessly on the lumpy bed in her room at their latest Best
Western. She'd tried everything she could think of to banish the memory. She'd
gone for a long drive after leaving FPS -- and Mulder -- behind, with just that
goal in mind ....
More than an hour behind the wheel, windows down, wind blowing in her face.
Stop in at a Baskin-Robbins for a double scoop of triple fudge mocha swirl, and
then hit the road again. Finally back to the hotel; change into some sweats and
go for a run, followed by a hard workout at the hotel gym. At last, a long,
cold shower, then change into her favorite blue silk pajamas and flop down on
the bed, hoping to be able to sleep. Needing to be able to sleep. Believing
that she'd wake up in the morning, and everything would be fine.
She should have known better.
Damn, but First Person Shooter had been a good game. The situation had been
serious -- deadly serious -- but that hadn't kept the adrenaline from pumping
into her system. She could still see it, every time she closed her eyes: the
ever-increasing swarm of attackers approaching behind a hail of gunfire. Her
own weapon practically purring in her hands. Her enemies vaporizing in front of
her. And best of all, Mulder crouching behind her.
Helpless.
There was no point in denying it, at least in her own mind. Much as she had
been genuinely concerned for his safety before she entered the game, once she
was there she'd found her role as Mulder's defender to be ... exciting. There
was really no other word for it. All those women wanted to get to him, but they
were going to have to go through *her* to do it --
Scully shook her head in frustration, and tried to push the thoughts and
feelings away. That wasn't what it was about, and she knew it. It was just a
glitch in the programming, she told herself firmly. That was *all* it was, and
it was ridiculous of her to personalize it in any way.
God, it had felt good, though.
Which was why she'd had to get out of her partner's presence as soon as it was
over. Outwardly, Mulder had been the one who was revved up over the experience,
while she had maintained her usual cool, detached exterior ....
Inwardly, though, it was another story. Even after they'd left the game, Scully
had felt her entire body trembling with excitement -- and being in Mulder's
presence had only made it worse. Every time she looked at him, even after they
both had changed their clothes, she kept seeing him in that tight, erotic VR
combat gear. And every time he looked at her, she could feel the heat in his
gaze, until it was all that she could do to keep herself from responding in a
way that he couldn't possibly misunderstand.
That would have felt good, too.
Things had been simmering between them ever since her return from Africa. It
was true that neither of them had said anything clear and overt -- but why on
earth should she expect *that*, at this stage of their relationship? He'd
called her his touchstone and his constant, and she damned well knew what he
meant -- just as she knew exactly what *she* was saying when she returned the
sentiment a few seconds later. The sweet, chaste, definitely-more-than-platonic
kiss on New Year's Eve had simply added fuel to the fire.
Now she felt as if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of gasoline on that
aforementioned fire.
And of course, Mulder chose that precise moment to return to the hotel. Scully
found herself sitting up in bed, staring at the wall separating her room from
his, even as the sound of his door opening and closing still echoed in her mind.
And in the next instant she was on her feet and heading for the connecting
door.
If it had been possible for Dana Scully to believe in possession or out-of-body
experiences, she might have believed that was what was going on at that moment.
If it had been conceivable for her to think, even for a second, that a computer
program could take over a living human being's consciousness, she might have
accepted *that* as an explanation. If she hadn't been so damned aroused that
she could barely walk, she might even have devised a sensible, reasoned theory
to account for it all.
But those things weren't true.
Not any of them.
She felt energized. Powerful. Determined. The blood was coursing in her
veins, her heart was pounding in her chest, and all she could think about was
the man waiting for her on the other side of that wall. The man who she had
kept at arm's length for seven long, lonely years, but who had recently made it
abundantly clear that he was as tired of waiting as she was. And by the time
she reached the door linking her room to his, she had already stripped off all
of her clothes.
The door was unlocked on both sides, of course. This was a practice they'd
adopted so long ago that Scully could no longer remember when it had started.
It had been convenient many times over the years; now it would serve an even
better purpose.
Mulder was seated on the end of the bed, wearing only his boxer shorts, when she
stepped into the room. So comfortable were they with each other that he showed
not the slightest sign of surprise or discomfort when he heard the door open.
They were in many ways like an old married couple, she mused, as she crossed the
small intervening space between them. And if that was true, then it was
damned well time they had their consummation.
Her partner's eyes widened in apparent surprise as he finally looked up from the
file he was perusing and saw her standing naked before him. He opened his mouth
as if to speak, and she just knew that he was about to say something stupid,
such as asking her what she was doing there, or why she wasn't wearing any
clothes. And so she wasted no time in pushing him back on the bed and throwing
herself on top of him.
To Mulder's credit, it didn't take him long to adjust to the new situation.
She'd only been kissing him for a couple of seconds when his lips parted to
admit her tongue, and in the next instant his hands found a useful occupation in
stroking her back from shoulders to hips.
She still wanted more, of course, and she ground her pelvis insistently against
him in an effort to inform him of her need. She felt his erection pressing back
against her -- and dear God, it felt good. He still wore his boxers, of course,
and that muted the sensation, just a little. That one article of clothing was
going to have to go, she thought. But not just yet. At the moment, her hands
were too busy exploring his chest and shoulders.
At last she broke the kiss, and as she pulled her head back a bit she was
gratified to see a wildness and passion in Mulder's eyes that matched her own
emotions exactly. She'd taken him by surprise, but only with her timing.
They'd both been ready for this for months.
She dived down on him again, this time finding his neck and shoulder with her
mouth. She tasted and nibbled at his heated flesh, breathing in his scent as
she caressed him with her lips and tongue. And all the while she continued the
grinding motion with her hips, pressing herself against him and driving them
both into a frenzy of arousal.
This was so much better than shooting up a bunch of virtual targets. Scully
remembered this, now; she remembered what had happened *after* she lost the
championship game of Missile Command. That had been one of the best nights of
her life, sexually speaking -- and this one was already shaping up to be even
better.
Because, of course, *this* time she'd *won*.
Scully moaned with pleasure as Mulder's hands slipped between their bodies and
found her breasts. It had been so long since anyone touched her there; so very
long. The fact that her bout of celibacy had been self-imposed hadn't made it
any easier to bear, and now she was more than ready to be bringing it to an end.
And if Mulder kept pinching her nipples that way she was going to explode.
Jesus, he'd better not stop.
He did stop, but only to replace one of his hands with his mouth. Scully arched
her back and cried out as his lips closed around her nipple. Oh, *God*, this
was good; it was so good she could barely stand it. She'd watched that mouth
for years, she'd fantasized about that mouth, but she'd had no idea it could be
*this* wonderful, this amazing.
And then, suddenly, she *couldn't* stand it anymore. She pulled back from him,
supporting herself by placing her hands on his chest and noting absently that it
was heaving as much as hers was as they both gasped for breath. The look on his
face was just too erotic for words, and Scully realized that she was licking her
lips as she allowed her gaze to wander across his features.
And it was time to do this. She raised herself up a little higher and balanced
on her knees as she reached down and with some difficulty lowered his boxers
down off his hips.
God, he was impressive. She'd suspected that he would be, but having
intellectual knowledge of something and being confronted with it in the flesh
were two entirely different things. Shit, there were no words for this. There
simply weren't.
Mulder must have thought so, too, because suddenly he was holding on to her hips
and lowering her down onto him. The tip of his cock brushed against her center,
causing her entire body to shiver -- and then Mulder found her entrance and he
was sliding inside her.
All the way inside her.
It felt so damned good, Scully thought she was going to cry.
For a breathless moment, after they were fully joined, they both held perfectly
still. She realized that her eyes were shut; now she forced them open again and
looked down, to see her partner's face twisted in an expression of passion.
There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hands were gripping her hips
so tightly that it almost hurt. The moment stretched on and on, as Scully tried
to assimilate the feelings that were assaulting her senses. Then, suddenly, he
began to move ....
And there was nothing slow or gentle about it. Scully gasped in surprise, and
then pleasure, as Mulder's first thrust rammed home. He was filling her and
stretching her, stimulating nerves and muscles that for too long had felt
nothing but her own fingers or a vibrator. In a matter of seconds she had
matched his rhythm, and then they were moving together, pushing each other
higher, goading each other to move faster, harder, deeper ....
Scully stretched herself across him again, and wrapped her arms around his neck
as she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder. She could hear Mulder
grunt with each upward thrust, the sound mingling with her own breathless cries.
She was going to be sore in the morning, but she just didn't care; she was
already so very close ....
And then, suddenly, she was there, and the orgasm was rolling over her and
through her in relentless waves of ecstasy. She felt her vaginal walls
contracting around him, trying to pull him deeper inside, and then Mulder's cock
seemed to swell as he gave one more frantic thrust, and she felt a beautiful
warmth spreading through her, filling her, suffusing her ....
Eventually, Scully drifted back to a normal state of consciousness. She was
still lying on top of her partner, her head resting on his chest, her hands
lighting clutching at his shoulders. His arms were wrapped around her, holding
her gently but firmly.
"Hey, Scully." Mulder's abrupt whisper dragged her out of the drowsy haze, and
she lifted her head and turned to look at him. "I had no idea you were so
good." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he smirked a little. "Video games,
Scully. I'm talking about video games. Still, you made some mistakes. You
ought to come over sometime and I'll show you how it's really done. Maybe put
down a few side wagers," he added with a leer.
Scully smiled, and reflected that sometimes there was an advantage to being
enigmatic.
Fini